I gasped, looking around. I knew the windows were tinted, but I could still see out of them. I hoped that no one could see inside. I jerked my eyes toward the divider that hid the driver from me. I wondered if he could see me through it too.
“Sir,” I protested, embarrassed.
I looked as he pressed a button on the door and I almost choked as that divider started to lower.
“Please,” I begged.
He lowered the divider all the way.
“You should know something, little girl,” he said pointedly.
“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly.
“If you leave a wet spot on the seat by the time we arrive at my estate, then I’m going to spank your bare pussy bright red before I let you come for me,” he warned.
I opened and closed my mouth in shock.
“My… mypussy?” I repeated. My tongue stumbled over the words.
“Yes, little girl,” he grinned seductively.
Just with his warning, I could feel my arousal growing further still. I didn’t know why. I didn’t understand it. Maybe a part of me didn’t want to.
“With your hand?” I asked, swallowing past my anxious arousal to find a curious need to feel his touch there that way.
How much would it hurt? Would I like it?
“Yes, naughty girl. I’ll spank your pussy with my hand,” he clarified.
I shifted in the seat. There was no doubt in my mind that I was soaked enough to leave evidence of my desire behind. I chewed my lip, thinking about what had just happened in the hotel room between us and feeling myself grow needier still.
I envisioned myself over his knee, my bottom bare and bright red from nothing more than his firm palm. If he hadn’t been able to see how aroused that had made me, he’d most certainly caught sight of it after it was over.
As nervous as the idea of a spanking there made me, he would be touching me where I wanted him to touch me. Would that be enough to make me come? Would he let me?
I didn’t know, but I was curious enough to want to find out.
His fingers entwined with mine, holding me secure within them.
“You’re safe with me, Kasia,” he assured me.
I didn’t want to believe him, but a small part of me sort of did.
“How did you find out my name?” I asked quietly.
“If you pay the right people the right amount of money, you can find out whatever you want,” he answered. When I looked at him with curiosity, his gentle smile made me feel more at ease. “The girls that were with you, they knew your name and the reputation of your father. I had a friend of mine look up your information so that I could protect you from whatever world you left behind.”
“This isn’t my home,” I said defiantly.
“I know,” he replied.
“I want to go back to Poland,” I admitted. I searched his gaze. Despite the danger I was in, I missed my home.
“I can’t let you do that, Kasia. Your well-being and safety are paramount to me. Here, in my home, I’ll be able to protect you.” He squeezed my hand.
“You can’t just take me against my will like this. I have rights,” I protested.
“Isn’t your bottom already sore, little girl?” he asked, doing nothing to hide the warning in his tone. I stopped talking.